The Affair

Hi again! This is my second short story that i've written on my writing journal, and now i post it on my blog. yaaayyy! hope you guys enjoy it! WARNING: it contains a huge amount of cheesiness!

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“Stop worrying about me. How I am living with. I’m someone who has nothing to do with you… someone who should never have anything to do with you.”

-A Love to Kill-

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“Just one day, let’s catch some fun on this day!” was what he said to me this morning, and then we ended up in this coffee shop. I was sitting by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands. Richard was sitting in front of me. His eyes indicated that he was tired. But he wasn’t the only one who was tired. Both of us were tired. So tired.

It was almost 10 p.m. and we’d been sitting there for one hour. There was a silence between us, but it wasn’t awkward at all. Then suddenly he reached my hands and clutched them.

I examined his face. I saw deeply through his blue crystal clear eyes that could conquer the heart of any girl in this town. I saw that there was a lot of love for me, just as much as I had for him. But I could also see a hidden misery behind them.

The Nightmare!

Hello, I decided to post a short story. Actually i have made a lot of short stories, but i never finished them. I managed to finish this one because i have to post it on my writing class journal. So YES! this is my very first short story. There are a lot of grammar mistakes when i made it, but now i've corrected some of them. Maybe some of the mistakes are still there, but i hope it won't disturb the reading. Ow and i forgot to mention that, don't get me wrong! I do love cats! Feeling clueless? just read it! ^^ Enjoy it!

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This morning I saw a black cat crossed in front of my house. He stopped and looked at me with his filthy face, pleading. Pshaw! I hated the face. I hate the eyes. I hate cats! Know what? All cats were hypocrites, pretending to be vulnerable so that people feel pity. Acted annoyingly sweet when they’re asking food, but silently left when the master no longer had any food. This cat was no exception. I sniffed in disgust as the black cat approached my feet and rubbed his head. I could feel my stomach twisting, ready to throw up, not my lunch, but my hatred. And I did. Before I realized, my feet has already kicked him, right at the abdomen. A lot surprised, the cat looked at me sharply and hissed. A strong, long hiss. His fur was all standing up straight. Something in his eyes made me wanna step back and run. Lucky me, or so I thought, the cat decided to take his leave first.